Starpath: Scoundrels of the Interstellar Highway - Games

"Yeah. We have to maintain control of the situation, otherwise he'll just open fire as soon as we hand them over." she muttered back. She set the officer at her feet, sitting up, and pressed the barrel of her revolver to the back of the officer's head. "Let's give them a counter offer. We keep the officers right here, and let our medic keep them alive for a bit, while Jag and one of the others head inside to get the information. If they try and stall, we shoot one of the officers. If they do anything funny, we kill them all." whispered Taylor.

((Guys got room for one more?)) [quote][B]Name[/B]: 'Frosty'.[/quote] [quote][B]Picture[/b]: [t]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/51361672/Chemosh2.jpg[/t][/quote] [quote][B]Physical Description[/b]: He looks humanoid, but is rather... off in several aspects. His eyes are a glowing gold, his skin is as pale as snow and looks too smooth to belong to a human, he bleeds yellow, he lacks several organs, his fingers are thin and long, he has a raccoon-like skin coloration around his eyes, the inside of his mouth is black with malformed teeth, and he only has two big toes on his feet.[/quote] [quote][B]Birthdate[/B]: Unknown.[/quote] [quote][B]Race[/B]: Unknown. Suspected to be either Android or Alien Hybrid.[/quote] [quote][B]Profession[/B]: Ace/Scout Pilot.[/quote] [quote][B]Bio[/B]: An ace starfighter pilot that the Muramasa crew found drifting through space in the cockpit of a frozen starfighter. Due to the circumstances he was found in, the crew have given him the name 'Frosty'. However, while he may look human (albeit a bit off) from a distance, he looks rather... creepy if seen up close. Still, despite his unsettling looks, he's a nice and affable person who is pleasant to be around. Unfortunately, he's suffering from a bout of amnesia due to being kept in a cold stasis, and cannot recall anything about his past. He does remember one thing, though, he remembers how to fly. And not just fly, but fly really well. His specialty comes in the form of his ace flying skills, which let him perform all sorts of dangerous maneuvers if the situation calls for it. His starfighter, although a bit damaged and in need of repair, can act as a scout vessel for the Muramasa if they need recon work done, aerial support, or if they just want a simple escort. Just don't let him get doinked on the head too hard, bad things happen. [/quote] [quote][B]Special skills[/B]: Ace pilot.[/quote] [quote][B]Racial feat[/b]: [I]Consecration[/I]. Whenever he personally takes damage, he gains a chance to go apeshit which increases with further damage. So if he takes too many hits, there's a chance he just loses his fucking mind and goes berserk on the enemy. The downside of this is that if a friendly is closer, he may accidentally strike them instead due to being blind with rage. In other words, [B]when receiving DMG, CH1/4 for x2 DMG dealt back to nearest character.[/B] Don't stand too close to him when he loses his shit, kids.[/quote] [editline]21st February 2016[/editline] ((oh and i'm coming in later on, since technically he's supposed to be found first))

[Never too late to join.]

[QUOTE=Infab;49783465]"Yeah. We have to maintain control of the situation, otherwise he'll just open fire as soon as we hand them over." she muttered back. She set the officer at her feet, sitting up, and pressed the barrel of her revolver to the back of the officer's head. "Let's give them a counter offer. We keep the officers right here, and let our medic keep them alive for a bit, while Jag and one of the others head inside to get the information. If they try and stall, we shoot one of the officers. If they do anything funny, we kill them all." whispered Taylor.[/QUOTE] "Let me do the talking." Silvia whispered, "I have a way with words on males." ((Going to bed soon, if the talking happens when I'm asleep, someone take over and write my character's dialogue for me))

[QUOTE]"Let me do the talking." Silvia whispered, "I have a way with words on males."[/QUOTE] "After you, then." replied Taylor, in a whisper as she eyed the officers before them.

[B]New Player Character Stats:[/B] Frosty: Consecration (On receiving DMG, CH1/4 of x2 DMG applied to nearest character entity) Ace (Triple CH for all rolls while flying a fighter craft) HP: 50 ATK: 1.0 DEF: 1.0 --- Rask nodded and Silvia slipped through to the front of the group. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that offer just won't do," Silvia said to the Chief with saccharine sweetened undertones. "We don't want to hurt your friends any more, mister, but we aren't naïve enough to just hand them over. So won't you cooperate? Tell us where our friend is, and [I]then[/I] we'll turn over these three? We can wait if we have to; we've got our own doctor here who can stop their bleeding... So how about it? One for three?" CH Estimate: 2/7 x 5 = 10/7 (Allurement) The Chief's expression softened as the beautiful en'jyrl pleaded him. "I- I can't," he stammered, "I don't know where she is, only where she's going. She's being transported to OB6, to be handed over to the GKVR." Rask sucked air through his teeth. "Oh [I]shit[/I]. So they know." "Know what?" Silvia asked. "The GKVR is State Security's enforcement division," Rask explained. He turned to the Chief, his patience wearing thin. "When did she leave here?" "Less than an hour ago," the Chief replied. "It's a two hour drive in one of our vans, so she hasn't arrived yet." "Well then put the order out to stop the fucking van, you bastard! I swear to you I'll blow this kid's brains out if you don't get me that van!" Rask's hand trembled as he jabbed the barrel against his hostage's head over and over, the officer whimpering in pain and fear as it happened. "Please..." the guard begged. The Chief, trembling, grabbed his communicator and dialed into the dispatch frequency. "All transports, return to station. No exceptions." The station was paralyzed as it waited for a response. [quote]...No can do, sir.[/quote] The Chief's eyes widened. "Wha-what!?" [quote]We have an "escort," sir. It's out of our hands.[/quote] There was a moment of silence while all the parties involved weighed the implications. The Muramasa crew had less than an hour to recover its leader. The police of Edna City Precinct 38 had nothing to exchange for the lives of its two officers and kanad associate. The Black Fleet and the SS were already expecting a rescue attempt. There was a sigh. The crew looked to Rask, who motioned for them to release their two hostages into the doorway of the building. They did so before quickly backing away, leaving Rask the last one with a hostage. "What's your name, Chief?" "Botwal Yora," he replied. "Watch your back, Yora," Rask said, grimly, as he threw his hostage to the ground forcefully before backing out the doors to rejoin the others. --- [quote]Neasha, listen up. New plan: boss is in a van heading for a Black Fleet base. Get the ship into the air and mark my position. We're going to chase after them but we need you to find a way to slow that van down. Blow up a tunnel or something, we're on our way. And one more thing: the van has some kind of kanad escort.[/quote] Neasha heard the message and cursed under her breath. "Owen," she said, "get on the controls," she said, jumping into the captain's seat. She opened the comm and ordered the crew to be ready for ship vs. ship combat.

Well, this rescue just got a bit more difficult. Taylor holstered her revolver as she climbed into the van, slipping into the back. If they were gonna rescue her mid-transport, then she needed a better weapon. There was a weapon rack in the back, which was pretty empty save for a few handguns and a pair of shotguns. She grabbed a shotgun, and a few handfuls of shotgun shells from an ammunition box next to the rack on the floor. She then slipped into the passenger seat again, as she slid shells into the weapon three at a time. Six 12 gauge shells, 00 Buckshot. There were rubber slugs too, but she didn't plan on going non-lethal. The rest of her shells, she shoved into a pocket on her pants before looking over at Rask as he climbed in. "Ready when you are, boss." she said, pumping the shotgun.

Jag did an simple nod towards Rask after the watching the conversation unfold. Briefly glancing back towards the officers as it kept watch of it's surroundings as it slowly walked back towards the rear of Armored Van. Scan around for any backup and incoming squad cars from the various roads and intersections looming in sight. The more time spent idle standing about made Jag uncomfortable as it's status within Collective territory is fairly negative to say the least.

Vakarus wasted no time to power up all the weapons. "Flak, ready. Missiles, three through six armed. Frontal guns, loaded and ready."

Owen had been observing the mission in progress. "Owen, get on the controls." Owen walked over and manned the controls. Although he was confident in his abilities, a feeling similar to pre-race jitters made its presence known. "Alright, let's do this thing." Owen said.

"So what do I do? Just sit back and look pretty?" Silvia asked when she saw that everybody was busy with a task except for her.

"Basically, till the shooting starts." said Taylor, as she looked back at her. "If someone tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back."

Yuga input OB6 into the map and watched lines appear that showed the routes from the precinct to its new destination. She inspected the routes and picked the one that looked like it would be suited for a transport in a hurry. She turned to Neasha, "If this it the route the transport is on we can blow up this bridge." She pointed to a bridge in the map projection. "If they are traveling that route they will have to turn back to take another route to reach OB6. When the transport turns around, our crew has time to catch up to the transport and meet them head on."

Neasha listened intently to Yuga's information as the ship roared away from the planet's surface. "What kind of bridge is it? What's the span length?" "Steel cantilever, 260 meters," Yuga replied. Neahsa nodded. "Rask," she said after opening the comm, "we're on our way. The shortest route to OB6 is over a bridge, we're going to try to get there before the van does but it means we're going to be flying above the hilltops. We'll be on their radar screens before we get there; do we know how many they have guarding the van?" [quote]No. I would've asked the Chief but he didn't know anything about the escort. They're obviously planning a trap for us, so be on your guard.[/quote] "Understood," Neasha answered. "Owen, make a bee line and don't worry about radar detection. Just get us there as fast as possible." --- The away team had loaded back into the van and peeled out as it left the parking lot of the police station. With sirens blaring, Rask floored the accelerator and bashed his way through traffic, causing several accidents as he pushed the van through to the highway. Now on an open, elevated road through the heart of the city, he asked Taylor to locate the target van on the tablet screen in front of her. As she did so, a number of small kanad ships including a drone and two fighter craft screeched overhead. They made a long, sweeping turn before lining themselves up with the highway. "Hold onto something!" Rask said as he jerked the wheel to the left, slamming into the concrete barricade and demolishing it. As the van swerved into oncoming traffic, the road it had just left was raked with heavy machine gun fire from the kanad fighters. Throwing the brakes on, Rask turned hard toward an off ramp but, because the van was heading the wrong direction, went over the edge onto a grassy embankment, broke through a chain-link fence, and rejoined the road underneath. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!" He shouted as he struggled to find another path through the city. "Have you found that van?" "I've got it, it hasn't crossed any bridges yet," she answered. --- As the Muramasa closed in on the bridge, it was picked up by two kanad corvettes and a wing of five fighter craft which had been circling Edna. The lock-on warning sounded in the bridge, and Neasha gripped the arms of her chair. "Owen, try to shake them! Vakarus, open fire!"

Owen held the controls and replied "alright, I'll lose 'em, but hopefully you aint too attached to this here paint job. Okay, everybody hold on to something." Owen chuckled. With that, he began to weave the ship close to any landmark that he could find in an attempt to lose the persuers.

"For Adanis!" Yelled Vakarus as he let out a hailstorm of flak fire followed by three airburst missiles.

"For fucks sake!" Silvia yelled as she picked herself off the floor of the van. "You should let me drive next time!"

Quint Wayford was a simple man. Due to the nature of his work and the stress that came with it, he followed a strict personal policy of keeping everything simple. Right now he was enjoying the view of Terranos and its skyline; the capital of Terra and the seat of the Sol System Government. While magnificent, awe-inducing and even beautiful, Terranos was a relatively young city. Undeniably large, Terranos didn't occupy as much space as other, older, cities on Terra. Positioned in central Europe, the city was full of gardens, white structures, offices, stores, government buildings, embassies and even a spaceport. The high councilor smiled as the sun set its gaze on the city, filling it with a pleasant light which bounced between the structures. Several airborne crafts were visible; police VTOL craft, transports and even a helicopter or two. "So what's the news, director?" Asked high councilor Wayford as he returned to his desk. A man in a suit was positioned in a chair at one side of the room, allowing him to keep an eye on the door. "They're escalating. The UGC lost another member last night, it's still going downhill albeit at a slower pace." He paused and stroked his beard. "Meanwhile the Collective is doing... Something." "Something?" "Yes, their security is state-of-the-art so we've had a huge struggle trying to decrypt it." "What about the fanatics?" Asked Wayford. "They too, are on the move."

"Right, things are popping off by the sounds of it. I need to check the other places. See you around big guy." Alex said as he exited the Brig. ---- [Changed after some consultation with Viper] [I]Undisclosed SDF base on Mars. 2 days ago. [/I]It was a quiet evening. They usually were. Nobody really knew about this location besides a select few. An armored figure walked through the corridors, shotgun strapped to his back and helmet covering his face. He was part of a tour meant to show the new staff their patrol routes, but he had ditched that group a while ago.The SDF had more than enough troops to guard the place, but in an effort to work on their relationships with their new friends from the now gone mercenary union, they had started to hire mercs to guard the more secret locations. They already had a reputation of being lawless, so nobody would really suspect mercs to be guarding important government secrets. No matter who they are. They were now roughly 60% of the base staff. The sign out front read Storage, but in reality the entrance led to a facility housing terminals containing data. The data itself was recovered from the former HarkArk ship, Archius IX. Whatever was on those terminals, it was the figure's target. After wondering around the corridors, he found his prize. He entered the room and looked around. Nobody around and the terminals unmanned. He started to get to work. After some time of typing and searching for the data, the doors swung open and two SIG guards entered in, weapons drawn and locked on him. "And I thought this patrol was going to be boring. You're not supposed to be here. Step away from the terminal put your hands up and turn around slowly." The figure obliged them and turned around, hands halfway in the air. "Ok, now drop the gun nice and slow. And slide it here." The figure continued to do as he was told. One of the guards looked at the gun with curiosity. "Keep your eye on him." He knelled down and picked it up "L.W.-GAH" he couldn't finish as the edge of a knife dug in deep in his shoulder. The knife was attached to a chain, coming out of the figure's wrist. "Come here!" he tugged and the guard was launched towards him, shotgun still in his grip. The figure caught him and grabbed the gun. "Drop your weapon, lay face down on the floor or your friend dies." After some hesitation the second guard did as he was told. The figure let the the first one go, but received a punch to the jaw not long after. The second guard tried to get up, but received the second punch for his troubles. The figure extended the knife from his wrist intending to finish the job. "You already put those two in a coma. No point in killing them." The voice sounded off in his comms. "Do what you went there for and meet us for extraction." He did as he was told. After a few more minutes he was finished and left the room. Whoever was on patrol after this will find the bodies. He caught back up to the tour only to decline the offer for the position. After an hour he was outside the base in a safe location climbing aboard his extraction ship. "So, did you get everything in there?" "Affirmative. All the data you missed two years ago was there. We can start putting the pieces together now." "Alright Archangel. Where do we go from here?" "Rigel."

[video=youtube;18xqlDQtcPs]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18xqlDQtcPs[/video] Owen: CH Estimate: 2/5 [B]Actual: 2[/B] Roll Failed. Pulling the ship into a shallow dive, Owen maneuvered as close to the tree tops and hillsides as possible while trying to obey his order to bee line. The kanad fighters pounced onto the Muramasa's tail and opened up with machine guns. The shields absorbed most of the hits, but some managed to penetrate and punch softball-sized holes through the plate armor surrounding the engines. Thankfully, the components beneath were unharmed. They finished their assault with an unguided rocket shot which hit the landing bay door and blew a refrigerator-sized hole. "Owen!" Neasha shouted. "I warned you about the paint!" he answered. Vakarus centered the reticule on the enemy and let out a battle cry as he raked them with flak and missiles. CH Estimate: 3/5 [B]Actual: 5[/B] Roll Passed. The autocannons were well-situated to deal a devastating blow to the fighters. After a few close-calls, a flak burst shredded a pursuing jet, having exploded just under the cockpit in a ring of shrapnel. No sooner had the first fighter disintegrated before another flak burst crippled another, the pilot ejecting just before his craft slammed into the countryside in a plume of black smoke. The fighters pulled to each side to avoid the hailstorm, opening up a channel through the center. One of the two corvettes dropped into the channel, powering up its shields in preparation for more aggression from the Muramasa. Three missiles races through the air, impacting the shield simultaneously and overpowering it. Out of a cloud of blue-grey smoke, the kanad corvette emerged with serious damage to its frontal hull. It responded with a salvo of its own. CH Estimate: 3/5 [B]Actual: 2[/B] Roll Failed. A pair of scramjet missiles dropped from the bottom of the kanad corvette and raced to close the distance between the two supersonic craft. The first was intercepted by Vakarus' flak bursts, while the second impacted a rocky outcropping on the side of a hill, thanks to Owen's strategy of skirting the terrain. "Engineers," Neasha yelled into the comm, "we've got a hull breach in the main tunnel. Get it patched!" --- The away team had just emerged from the city center, having found a new route to roadways outside. The fighters above relocated them and made another pass, and again Rask avoided them with swerving and serpentine driving. However, the road ahead was a straight shot, with gradually less and less buildings on either side to provide coverage from the aerial attacks. "We need a plan," Rask complained. "Keh, we should've brought those hostages with us!" Suddenly, the fighters pulled away, screeching off toward the north where the greater battle was taking place against the Muramasa. Apparently, it had set in that the Terika-Belladonna Company's flagship wouldn't be subdued without additional support. However, the fighters were soon replaced by a new threat- two tetrian patrolmen on motorbikes and another police van had taken the highway through town and were now catching up to the away team's shanghaied vehicle. "Take out that van; I'll get the bikers," Rask directed.

"Roger that." said Taylor, as she rolled the the window down and poked her head and weapon out. The van itself was close enough that she could take a few shots at the windshield with the shotgun. She took aim, and fired two blasts at the driver's side of the windshield. Maybe she could throw him off and make him wreck.

[quote]"Take out that van; I'll get the bikers," Rask directed.[/quote] Amelia made a quick nod to Rask, then upholstered her pistol. She makes a quick check for ammo; the magazine is mostly full. She slides the magazine back in and flicks the gun into the ready position. Amelia opens one of the windows in the vehicle and leans out, aiming her pistol. She fires four shots at the van's front tires.

[QUOTE]"Take out that van; I'll get the bikers," Rask directed.[/QUOTE] "Affirmative, Employer Rask." Jag said before turning it's attention towards the Armored Van rolling next to them, taking an spit-moment to briefly analyze it. The Sanghvi looked over to an nearby rack, finding several lose nonlethal phosphorus grenades on the floor next to it. Quickly sticking them into a bundle it's previous attempt and opened one of the side windows on the back compartment. Jag then throw the belt at the approaching vehicle's windshield, tossing the grenades with an high amount of strength towards it's target. Hoping to have them shatter on impact and it's stick onto the windshield.

:snip: [opps, wrong thread]

Vakarus laughed as the kanads kept coming. "Our enemy is relentless, they bring much honor to their house!" He tapped quickly on the console. "Rear cannon, firing. Flak, reloading to fire. Missile six launched, arming seven through ten." In a spectacular show of force, the Muramasa lit up the sky with projectiles, flak fire and missiles heading towards the different targets.

[QUOTE]"Take out that van; I'll get the bikers," Rask directed.[/QUOTE] "With pleasure," Silvia grinned as she pulled out her bow and aimed at the driver's side of the windscreen.

Taylor was the first to respond to the incoming van, leaning out the passenger side cab window of the van and prepping her shotgun. Rask pulled to the left, giving her the angle to fire on the driver's side of the tailing van, and she blasted away at the glass. CH Estimate: 1/4 [B]Actual: 4[/B] Roll Passed. Taylor: [B]2[/B] x Versatility(CH1/4, 3, Failed, x1) = [B]2 DMG[/B] Despite the windows of the police vans being bullet proof, the slugs from Taylor's shotgun were enough to blow the glass out into the face of the driver. He reacted, swerving and nearly rolling the van, but was able to gain control moments later and resumed the pursuit with increased determination. Aside from a single, bloody cut to the cheek, he managed to escape mostly unharmed. Now he began to close on Rask again, lining himself up for a PIT maneuver to spin Rask out of control. CH Estimate: 1/3 [B]Actual: 3[/B] Roll Passed. The two vans collided violently with a terrible crunch, and Rask reacted improperly to prevent the van from losing traction and sliding toward the center line. "Oh fuck!" He yelled as the vehicle slipped from his control completely and turned sideways, at first gently before gravity took hold, and then violently rolling into the pavement several times over, throwing everyone from their feet and bashing them against the interior of the vehicle. [B]30 DMG[/B] Abraxas HP: 17 Amelia HP: 66 Jag HP: 15 Rask HP: 20 Sylvia HP: 20 Taylor HP: 61 The away team regained its senses as the vehicle finally came to a stop on its wheels. Rask, having bounced into the passenger side of the cab, now frantically untangled himself from Taylor as the patrolmen pulled up on their bikes and readied their rifles. Screams of "get out of the van!" could be heard from both sides as the crew took stock of their injuries. Rask fell back into the driver's seat, lowered his head below the steering wheel, and floored the accelerator in hopes that the vehicle was still running. CH Estimate: 1/2 [B]Actual: 2[/B] Roll Passed. It was. The van charged forward, slamming into one of the bikes and destroying it completely as the two patrolmen opened fire on the cab of the vehicle, seeing only Taylor who was unable to get her head down properly due to a neck injury. First Patrolman: [B]10[/B] x (Invalidated Due to Willpower, x1) = 10 Taylor: DEF = 5 [B]5 DMG[/B] Taylor HP: 56 Second Patrolman: 2 x (No Feat Applicable) = 2 Taylor: DEF = 5 No Damage. Of the two officers who sought to end Taylor's life, one actually managed to land a shot- the bullet hit Taylor on the side of the head and took a chunk of her ear off. Up ahead, the enemy van had initially begun to turn around before its driver realized that the Muramasa crew was still trying to run. After orientating itself properly, the van began to accelerate, but not before the away team had caught up and passed it again. The getaway van was now heavily damaged, however, and so the enemy once again approached from the driver's side and this time Amelia took aim. Blasting away with her pistol, she hoped to damage the van's large, knobby tires. CH Estimate: 1/10 [B]Actual: 1[/B] Roll Failed. In the midst of the speed and terror of the ride, Amelia missed three out of her four shots before tagging the right front tire of the trailing van- only to witness the glint of the bullet ricochet off the whirling reinforced rubber. "What are you doing?" Rask cried. It seemed that the police on Itara knew better than to equip their vans with simple radials. While Amelia wasted her time on this, the passenger of the trailing van leaned out the window with a shotgun. Passenger Tetrian: [B]3[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = 3 Amelia: DEF = 5 No Damage. The slugs impacted the armored side of the van but landed nowhere near the window. It wouldn't have made a difference anyway, since Amelia had sensed the danger and ducked back into the safety of the van. Jag had meanwhile grabbed more smoke grenades from the van's supply and rigged them together. After pulling the pins, he hurled them at the rapidly approaching enemy van in hopes of blocking the view of the driver. CH Estimate: 3/5 [B]Actual: 3[/B] Roll Passed. Not only did Jag hit the windshield, but thanks to the hole created by Taylor moments earlier, the package of grenades bounced from the hood straight into the cab itself. Before the smoke cloud could even emerge, the driver slammed on the brakes. As the van faded into the distance in the rearview mirrors, the crew watched as an explosion of white smoke suddenly engulfed the front of the vehicle. The driver and passenger soon came rolling out, their clothes on fire from the phosphorus. [B]6 Enemies Neutralized. [/B] Silvia: Attack invalidated. "Is everyone okay back there!?" Rask asked as soon as he had a moment to catch his breath. They did a head count and verified that no one was bleeding out. "Alright, we're almost there," Rask pleaded with them. "Abraxas, we need some miracle work if we're going to finish the job." --- Vakarus: CH Estimate: 2/3 [B]Actual: 2[/B] Roll Passed. Vakarus took the initiative to attack the enemy corvette before it could gather its strength. With another barrage of flak, the fighters were again scattered, revealing the corvette behind them. Unbeknownst to the crew on the Muramasa, the captain of the [I]Pakta[/I] had lost communications with his equivalent aboard the [I]Vokoba[/I], who was desperately shouting at the former to get out of the way before it was too late. As another pair of kanad fighters bugged out with trails of black smoke behind them, the Muramasa fired another missile directly into the bridge of the Pakta and turned its leaders into pink mist. The Pakta reared up from the rapid change in aerodynamics, much like a boxer who's just received a knockout punch. However, what laid below wasn't canvas, but a field of wind turbines standing above an ocean of grain. The Pakta's mass snapped the turbines in half like twigs as it barreled toward the ground in a tragic blaze of glory. The sound of its final collision with Itara was deafening. The Vokoba's response was immediate. A set of fifteen small-diameter, heat seeking missiles poured out from beneath its wings and closed in on the Muramasa, destroying one of the kanads' own fighters in the process. It appeared as though the captain of the Vokoba was blinded by rage. CH Estimate: 7/8 [B]Actual: 1(!)[/B] Roll Failed. ...And not a single one of the rockets actually impacted the Muramasa. As they closed in, Owen suddenly throttled down, dipping below the blades of the wind turbines before throttling up aggressively in the critical moment. The spray of rockets pelted every structure, hit the grain fields below, and took the life of a kanad fighter pilot, but to the disbelief of everyone around, the Muramasa emerged from the other side totally unscathed. "Return fire!" Neasha exclaimed having reflexively jumped from her seat, a wild grin appearing on her face.

"[I]Fucking hell...[/I]" muttered Taylor, as she slipped back into the passenger seat. She held her neck, not even realizing she was now missing a chunk of her ear. Everything hurts. Bruises and scratches. The gas mask she had been wearing was shattered, so she pulled it off and tossed it out the window. She loaded two more shells from her pocket into the shotgun, then looked back to check on the others. "Nice throw, Jag." she said, giving him a thumbs up.

Vakarus let out a surprised grunt as one of the corvettes crashed violently into the ground. Despite the small victory, the other corvette remained determined to continue the engagement. "Return fire!" Yelled Neasha as several rockets sped past the Muramasa. "Of course, Scaled-one." Vakarus opened fire once more, letting out a hailstorm of weapons fire as the flak cleared the path for the four missiles armed minutes earlier.

Abrax despite the neck nodded and pulled out every potion and syringe from his coat and started getting to work, healing himself first the onto the ones who needed it the most.